Beast Wars: Transformers

Beast Wars: Transformers (Beasties: Transformers in Canada) is a CG animated television series made by Mainframe Entertainment in which two opposing factions trapped on a primitive planet, the Maximals and the Predacons of Transformers, a race of sentient robots, fight over its precious Energon. Soon they discover that there are other forces at work on the planet - a powerful alien race that does not approve of their presence. And as they delve deeper into the planet's history, they uncover a terrible secret, one that must not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands, or their entire race's very existence could be threatened. It is one of several infomercial series marketing the Transformers toy line to children.

Dinobot: Attention, Maximals. My name is Dinobot. I have left the Predacons to join your group... as leader.

Cheetor: What? Did I hear the word leader?

Rhinox: This guy's got bearings of chrome steel.

Rattrap: Man, all this for a golden disk.

Optimus Primal: It was Cybertron's most carefully guarded relic, Rattrap. It gave the location of a major energon source, that's why Megatron stole it.

Rattrap: Yeah, like I care. Y'know, we were supposed to be doing deep space exploration. Playin' Galactic Patrol isn't nowhere in my job description, you know what I'm saying? You sure you're cut out for this commander gig?

Optimus Primal: Remember the Great War, Rattrap. If the Predacons get enough energon, they'll start it again. We can't let that happen. Besides, you wanted exploration, and here we are on an unknown planet. What more do you want?

Cheetor: This is a dumb plan, web-face. I don't have any real blood, just mech fluid.

Tarantulas: Oh, my filters will adjust. It is the act I enjoy more than the nourishment.

Rattrap: [from behind] Y'know, you are one sick bug, eight-eyes!

Tarantulas: [Spins around]THE RAT!

Rattrap: Heh heh, you got it! Now, what do you say you let my pal go?

[Rattrap has just lied to cover for Cheetor]

Cheetor: Hey, thanks for not telling them about...

Rattrap: Save it, kiddo. If I told Optimus about your little play date with Tarantulas, he'd kick my sweet pink butt too! And one more thing: if you ever pull a stunt like this again, I will personally rearrange your spots! Now... [sighs frustratedly] Get out of my way, I got garbage to munch. [Walks off]

[Dinobot is setting up a laser pulse transmitter atop the Axalon in order to reach a stasis pod]

Megatron: Ahhhh, Dinobot. Yeeeesssss.

Dinobot: Dinobot - MAXIMIZE![transforms]

Megatron: Oh no, no, no. Calmness, calmness, please. I came only to talk, yeeesss. After all, you are alone and in command of the Maximal base. An excellent opportunity, is it not? You were a Predacon once. Become one again! Turn the base over to me and the Beast Wars will be over. We Predacons will rule the galaxy, and you shall be my second-in-command. What do you say?

Dinobot: [Sarcastically] Of course! Pardon my lack of enthusiasm for a bunch of worthless weeds. You realise that we are targets out here. TARGETS! And still, you stop to smell the roses. Oh, whatever!

Cheetor: You were supposed to be his backup!

Dinobot: We were ambushed. And don't tell me my duties, furball, or you shall soon be occupying several recycling bins!

Cheetor: [growls] Wanna try it now, lizard-lips?!

Rattrap: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, here! As much as I'd love to see the both of you scrap yerselves, save it for my birthday.

Tarantulas: If Waspinator does not stop cuddling me like a stuffed toy when he sleeps, I'll eat him as well!

Waspinator: I'd like to see you try!

Tarantulas: Yes, I will!

[Waspinator and Tarantulas continue a loud and indecipherable argument]

Terrorsaur: YOU ALL MAKE ME SICK! I can't stand this any longer, Megatron! I... I'VE GOTTA GET OUT!

[Terrosaur begins to hop and laugh manically, until Scorponok whacks him aside]

Scorponok: We wouldn't be here if you didn't trip over that spy cable.

Megatron: You are correct, Scorponok. But thanks to Terrosaur's inadvertent discovery of our enemy spy camera, we were able to pull this little... deception. Yeesssss.

Blackarachnia: But what if they detect us? Don't forget, my signature dampening device is only experimental.

Megatron: We only have to wait until they repair their ship, and then attack while their guard is down. With the Maximal ship in our possession, we will be able to recover the orbiting stasis pods containing Maximals "eager"...[evil chuckle] to become Predacons. [Stomps over to Terrorsaur]SO NO ONE LEAVES!

Terrosaur: Leaving? [Nervous chuckle] Who said anything about leaving?

Megatron: The rhinoceros. I do believe I underestimated him, yeeesss. And I could find a use for someone like that.

[Terrosaur confronts Rhinox over his previous incidents]

Terrosaur: Look who's here. Our loyal friend.

Rhinox: Is that supposed to mean something?

Terrorsaur: Deep six the "big wide eyes" routine! You're trying to destabilise the whole operation, so you can knock off Megatron and take over! Well, i got new for you, pal... [lowers his voice] I like this plan! So here's the deal: You and me, equal partners.

Rhinox: No, here's the deal.

[Rhinox grabs Terrosaur by the neck and put him up against the wall]

Terrosaur: Terror... ack! [starts choking]

Rhinox: You're gonna keep your big beak shut and do exactly what I tell you - 'cause one false move and you're a new fast food sensation: Pterodactyl Hot Wings! Get it?!

[Rhinox drops Terrosaur]

Terrosaur: Got it.....

Rhinox: Good.

[Rhinox walks off, leaving Terrosaur gasping for breath]

[Rhinox confronts Megatron over his undesirable defeat]

Rhinox: Well, what do ya know? I win.

[Megatron growls in pain as he tries to stand up]

Rhinox: Reprogramming me was the worst mistake you ever made, cause now that I'm a Predacon, I'm just a little too crafty for you!

Megatron: Yes... I see this now.

Rhinox: It's called irony, sport. I take over, and you head straight for the recycling bin, yeessss.

Megatron: So it would seem. And even now, Rhinox, you're teaching me a valuable lesson...

Rhinox: Yeah? What's that?

Megatron: Sometimes Predacons gloat too much! [he shoots one of the transmuter's buttons, causing it to reprogram Rhinox back to Maximal form]

Tigatron: A message! We were given a paradise! All we had to do was live there in peace! But we proved unworthy. And the paradise is no more.

Optimus: Yeah, it's an old story. Maybe someday we'll learn.

Rattrap: Yeah well uh, pardon my pragmatism here in this you know, deep philosophical moment, but I'm a little more concerned about who got that message. You gotta know, they ain't gonna be real happy...

Airazor: Predacon base, and no one at home... except for a defense system. Oh, well... Airazor, maximize!

Tigatron: I know you are frightened, but I can help. Accessing Maximal core consciousness. Password: Tigatron. [the Maximal animals cry out in agony] SILENCE!... That's better. Now listen well, and learn... once, we were merely robots in disguise. But on this planet, we Maximals have become something more. Maximal programming is designed to block our beast urges, but that has proved to be an error. Our beast modes are part of us. Fighting their nature only makes them stronger. You must accept both beast and robot forms. Feel your core consciousness. Find the programming block and delete it! Bring your beast and robot forms together! Let them work in harmony... and let them both make you stronger than you were before. Remember; do not fight your beast instincts. Let them help your robot forms, both in battle and in peace. But for now, let us Maximize... [transforms to robot mode] and slag some bot!!

[Dinobot pummels Quickstrike, then grabs him and slams him into some boulders, knocking him out]

Megatron: Hmmm, my ears are burning! Yeeessss! Why, Dinobot, what a delightful surprise! Let's see, where are we now? I have the Golden Disk, I have the power to change the future, and the only remaining obstacle in my path to unimaginable glory.... is yourself. Exhausted. Damaged beyond recovery. Defeated.

Dinobot: Not.... just....yet! [lunges forward]

Megatron: Ah-ah-ah. [Reveals a captive proto-human] One more step, and it's raining bits of early human anthropoid, yeeessss.[Dinobot hesitates] Oh dear, how positively Maximal of you. You were weakened before you started, Dinobot. Weakened by compassion.

Dinobot:(last words before his death) Tell my tale to those who ask. Tell it truly, the ill deeds along with the good, and let me be judged accordingly. The rest... is silence.